and I started blogging
This was my first post..on the other blog, the password to which I forgot:-))(yeah, thats me).It was posted on July 26, 2005.
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...and yeah, finally I am blogging. I thought it was only for the yuppie kids, those who carried cell phones back at the school when we oldies had never had had them though we had been through jobs! After all, the only guy from my class whom I knew blogged was Sid the kid, and he too carried a cellphone!!Anyway..so I bought my second motorcycle..('bucie baby'...my plan of calling it Bucephalus II fell through as this one s just too sleek, and sexy to have a macho name) a few days back and sudenly life is changed.
As Pom-Pom used to say, you could tell the status of my bike by seeing my mood (and vice-versa) and hell, i have hardly ben in better moods than the one I usually have these days.The motorcycle is also the reason I am here today blogging. No, I dont want to advertise my motorcycle, its just that so many things have been happening, and so many things have leading to so so many thoughts, and the so so many thoughts would otherwise need so so so much memory that I would forget them unless I put them down somewhere. Plus, I know my friends are bored of listening to the story-teller tell his weird stories from a far-off land;-)Cmmon Sid, be a sport, just a lil more haha!
So, I have been wondering these days how some things just transcend boundaries. Motorcycles for example. I have had the pretty baby R6 for a lil more than a week and it seems i already have tons of Texan friends, at least out on the road. From the cute lil white gurrl waving at me to the 5-7 mexicans in the truck who asked me to 'lift it up' inspite of just having almost run me over, to the pretty white gurllz looking sideays until they could no more and to the truck guy asking me to pop a wheelie and then telling somebody over his phone that he had a 'Ducati or something guy' standing next to him at the signal, it just goes on.
I am just awed by the metamorphosis. Suddenly, people dont seem to care nothing about race, or being stranger or anything. suddenly, you are not a brown guy, or a white guy, or a black or hispanic guy, now I am just a motorcycle guy, and they know for sure that motorcycle guys are zestful guys. So that feeling of comfort steps in, comfort of being around a guy who has zest for life, also a lil awe of somebody who 'seemingly' risks, but lives his life, and well, maybe even that pang deep down somewhere, which tells you that you never gonna be like this.. never gonna be that free, stupid bird, never aint gonna be Jonathan Livingston Seagull!!!!!
.........................................................................
...and yeah, finally I am blogging. I thought it was only for the yuppie kids, those who carried cell phones back at the school when we oldies had never had had them though we had been through jobs! After all, the only guy from my class whom I knew blogged was Sid the kid, and he too carried a cellphone!!Anyway..so I bought my second motorcycle..('bucie baby'...my plan of calling it Bucephalus II fell through as this one s just too sleek, and sexy to have a macho name) a few days back and sudenly life is changed.
As Pom-Pom used to say, you could tell the status of my bike by seeing my mood (and vice-versa) and hell, i have hardly ben in better moods than the one I usually have these days.The motorcycle is also the reason I am here today blogging. No, I dont want to advertise my motorcycle, its just that so many things have been happening, and so many things have leading to so so many thoughts, and the so so many thoughts would otherwise need so so so much memory that I would forget them unless I put them down somewhere. Plus, I know my friends are bored of listening to the story-teller tell his weird stories from a far-off land;-)Cmmon Sid, be a sport, just a lil more haha!
So, I have been wondering these days how some things just transcend boundaries. Motorcycles for example. I have had the pretty baby R6 for a lil more than a week and it seems i already have tons of Texan friends, at least out on the road. From the cute lil white gurrl waving at me to the 5-7 mexicans in the truck who asked me to 'lift it up' inspite of just having almost run me over, to the pretty white gurllz looking sideays until they could no more and to the truck guy asking me to pop a wheelie and then telling somebody over his phone that he had a 'Ducati or something guy' standing next to him at the signal, it just goes on.
I am just awed by the metamorphosis. Suddenly, people dont seem to care nothing about race, or being stranger or anything. suddenly, you are not a brown guy, or a white guy, or a black or hispanic guy, now I am just a motorcycle guy, and they know for sure that motorcycle guys are zestful guys. So that feeling of comfort steps in, comfort of being around a guy who has zest for life, also a lil awe of somebody who 'seemingly' risks, but lives his life, and well, maybe even that pang deep down somewhere, which tells you that you never gonna be like this.. never gonna be that free, stupid bird, never aint gonna be Jonathan Livingston Seagull!!!!!
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